Friday Wine Goodness: I can't feel my brain.

It's Friday! Exhaaaaaaale.

This week I spent shadowing the teacher for which I am taking over when she has her baby and begins her maternity leave. Supposedly, I do not technically start teaching alone, by myself, stranded in the classroom without her until Monday, May 9th, but I have a feeling it will be sooner. I watched that baby drop all week, from sitting high and tight right under her boobs to so low by this afternoon she could barely walk. Yeah, she's not two weeks from labor. I'd put money on it.

Anyway, I got to spend the week with her, going through each class, meeting the kids, many of whom I already know because they're on various sports teams my kids have played on over the years. One second grader who plays soccer with my son even raised his hand, and without taking his eyes off me, asked his teacher, "Um, does her son play on my soccer team?" Yes, yes he does.

The good news about being the computer teacher is that I get to see everyone in the whole building. Each day is set up the same, 5th grade first, kindergarten last. So really, every day is like Bill Murray's Groundhog's Day, as far as what I have to teach. The 5th graders practice their typing skills, the kindergartners have books read aloud on the screen. Rinse, repeat, Monday to Friday.

But I'm sooooooo tired. I've never been this tired. Well okay, maybe after that one mission trip with teenagers where it was 102 degrees and we camped outside and I woke up to a raccoon staring curiously into my eyes from THREE FEET AWAY... maybe I'm that tired. I don't know. But between me and the pregnant chick, by this afternoon we could barely talk, much less go over lesson plans.

And then, at 3 pm today, we had a surprise fire drill. While the kindergartners were in our classroom. There is a protocol, and it's not that complicated, and we got wind of it about 2 minutes beforehand, so we lined up and waited for the sirens to go off. But still. Kindergartners, in case you don't know, cannot walk in a straight line to save their lives. They cannot walk without talking, flailing, or singing. They cannot do these things under normal circumstances, but add the sensory overload/excitement  of sirens and flashing lights, and you might as well be done for the day because HOLY CRAP, they can't re-engage. I mean come on, they are five. They can however, hold their little chubby hands in yours very tightly while you re-enter the building and assure them there really is no fire, it's just a practice. They will squint and cock their heads to the side like a puppy, with a look that reads, "Lady, you crazy." But they will go quietly anyway.

And then you will come home, go to baseball practice, drink some wine, go to some soccer games over the weekend, and start your own personal Groundhog's Day movie all over again on Monday. Rinse, repeat.

But then, Field Day is coming. God help me.

 

 

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[SJ]

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